Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

A new sickness controlled me, making me lower my trembling fingers down until I rubbed between my thighs. Wet. That’s what I was. Revulsion rolled as I rubbed again, digging my fingers in deeper, finding that aching center of me.

How far are you willing to go?

I shook my head as my clit pulsed and quivered as my orgasm drew close. With the taste of his seed in my mouth, I rubbed harder, inching my thighs apart. Until with a moan, I tore at the button and the zipper of my jeans and drove my fingers all the way inside.

How far?

How far are you willing to go?

White sparks detonated behind my eyes as my answer followed.As far as I have to.

My body quivered. I slammed my eyes closed, biting down on my cry of release as that wave of euphoria slammed into me.Oh, God…oh, GOD.Warmth and wetness followed. I opened my eyes, staring through the apartment of my tormentors. I hated them. So. Fucking. Much.

Then why the fuck did you just come harder than you ever have in your entire life?

A moan ripped from my lips. I hung my head in shame. This wasn’t happening. Not now…not to me.

No.

Itwashappening…but it was for a reason.

It was for those I loved.

I lifted my head, pushed the white hot burn of revulsion aside, and turned around. Purpose moved through me. I needed to get my head together andboth of them out of it. A glance toward the door and I forced myself to move. They’d be back any second and right now I was alone.

I scanned the apartment I’d only seen on maps before and took a step forward. It was smaller than I’d expected, and warmer, too. The complete opposite of the penthouse apartment where Riven had held me prisoner. My gaze fixed on the shelf of decanters filled with alcohol and the used glass sitting beside what had to be Scotch.

I grabbed the crystal and poured, splashed just enough in the bottom of the tumbler to rid myself of the taste of him, and drank. The heady burn hit me hard, making me cough and splutter. I wasn’t used to straight alcohol. But right now, I’d take anything.

The masculine scent of them was overwhelming, hitting me hard. I swallowed the rest of the swill and placed the glass back down. The kitchen held no secrets, leaving me to turn to the other two doors. Their bedrooms, had to be.

That same tremble found me as I stepped closer. I had to hurry. I knew that. Still, it was like stepping in front of that car all over again. Only this time I knew what I was in for.

How far are you willing to go?

His voice echoed inside my head, deep and hypnotic, crawling under my skin. I shook my head, desperate to rid myself of his hold, and took a step forward, grasping the handle and opening the door.

Darkness waited for me.

And the seductive, crisp scent Dr. Cruz wore.

Just get it done.I forced myself to step inside and flick on the light. The room was sparse. But it was exactly as I’d expected. Unfeeling. Empty. Not a photo or personal item in place. “You are one cold bastard, aren’t you?”

I moved deeper, rounding the neatly made bed in the middle of the room to stop at the bare nightstand. I yanked the drawer, opening it to find a gun and some papers, nothing that held any interest for me. The black steel glinted, drawing my focus. I could take it, put a bullet in all three of them, and be out of here by morning.

But would that get me closer to Hale?

And who the fuck was taking over The Order?

I needed answers. More than that, I needed time.

Time to get under their skin and turn them against everyone and everything.

You want them.

I stilled as those words took hold. One shake of my head and I knew the movement was a lie. My pulse thundered as my throat still ached from the brutality that had happened only minutes before. Still, they’d never hurt me. Not really. If anything, they’d risked their own lives to save mine.

The only question was…